Everyday Adventures in Havachon Heaven

The Good, Crazy, & Adorable Life of One Havachon Puppy

Driving Miss Daisy….Back to the Vet

We decided to make a follow-up vet appointment a couple weeks early because we’re concerned that Daisy isn’t using her leg much at all, even when she stands still to eat (yes, we got her back to acting like a dog at mealtime again!). The original vet said she should have been using it more and more over the past couple weeks.

She still holds that leg up high.

She still holds that leg up high.

So we went back to our own vet to get his assessment. He’s a wonderful doctor and we trust him completely. He’s so much more interested in his patients’ health that he told us he wouldn’t charge us for any and all surgery follow-up visits, even though his office didn’t do the surgery. And he held true to his word. 🙂

The good news is that she’s healing well. Her reluctance to use her leg is normal because it’s still a bit painful at this point in the healing process.

He did a very detailed exam of her leg and said everything’s going perfectly. We can now allow her to walk all around the house, but she’s still not allowed to jump or run at all. This should be fun, especially since we tried it yesterday and she immediately got excited and hurt herself, even though we tried to keep her calm. This is NOT a low-key dog!

I guess they really are keeping my movements limited for my own good....

I guess they really are keeping my movements limited for my own good….

In another week, we’re to begin “physical therapy” in the form of taking her for walks in parks on uneven ground to force her to use the leg more for balance. Oh joy, more fun….especially in these freezing temps….

We asked him about the surgeon’s statement that Daisy has a 50/50 chance of developing arthritis in her youth because of this injury. He said that while it’s possible, the risk is far less than 50/50 because she’s a small dog of only 14 pounds, which reduces the tendency to contract arthritis from this injury. If she were to become overweight, that would be a different story. No problem there!

On the not-so-great-but-not-terrible side is that we have to put her back on painkillers in order to get her to use her leg more. Ten drops of a liquid med plus a quarter of the same painkiller she was on every day until we take her back to see him in another two weeks. Then he’ll make another assessment based on her progress at that point.

I guess I'll just keep hobbling along for now....

I guess I’ll just keep hobbling along for now….

But overall, it was a good report. We were very relieved to hear that her leg is healing well and normally. That will be our best Christmas present of all this year!


Monday Mischief: The Dreaded CONE Has Appeared!!

Oh yes, it happened. The Cone of Shame has taken up residency in our home.

Daisy started licking at her stitches, and the vet happened to call to check up on her shortly after. We told her about it, and she said, “GET A CONE IMMEDIATELY!” So off DD went in search of a “comfy cone” – a soft cone that allows a dog to lie down comfortably without having a stiff foreign object around her head.

But of course, things are never that simple with Miss Daisy.

Just the opposite of the way she hangs her head and refuses to pick it up when we put a hooded coat on her, when the dreaded cone was put on, she raised her head skyward and refused to bring it back down. Like she thought she was wearing a sky funnel.

You're not serious with this thing?!

You’re not serious with this thing?!

Ever try getting a dog into a crate with their coned head sticking up like a giant flower? Daisy got stuck in the doorway hobbling in and got stuck hobbling out again.

When we got home from our brief outing, we found Daisy resting her chin on one of the crate bars rather than trying to lie flat like she usually does.

That's no halo, that's the cone's reflective edge!

That’s no halo, that’s the cone’s reflective edge!

Our solution is to start using our last dog’s crate; as she was close to 60 pounds, it’s a much bigger crate and will be far more comfortable for Daisy during her head-coned period.

There's a dog in there somewhere.....

There’s a dog in there somewhere….. She refused to lower her head!

Aside from that, I think Daisy’s coming along well. Of course she still can’t move around, but she’s starting to want to move around, which I think is a good sign. One of us has to always be sitting by her side to stop her from jumping up when she hears a sound that sets her off – she doesn’t realize her own limitations. However, she’s still experiencing some pain and we still have to give her pain meds when she needs them, but at least now we know what her pain signs are.

We’re finally back in the Monday Mischief Blog Hop!


Daisy’s Weekend Injury

It scared me nearly out of my skin. Daisy’s first injury.

Well that certainly didn't feel too good....

I know, I know, I sound like a new mom who freaks out over every little boo-boo her baby gets. Well, maybe I am. But this was scary.

Daisy is a very happy, exuberant puppy. And she likes to release all that exuberance by jumping up in the air, with all four paws off the ground, sometimes spinning in mid-air. We’re trying to break her of that; no one likes to visit a house where a dog is jumping all over you. Especially if you’re wearing a skirt and stockings.

Even worse, we could see the physical risk her jump-and-spin routine poses to her body. She could break bones, dislocate something, or pull or tear tendons or muscles if she landed wrong.

Up in the air she jumps, all four paws far off the floor and then a quick spin in midair, landing (mostly) on her paws again.

But not this time.

....but I'll probably be silly enough to do it again....

Something happened when our backs were turned. She was all excited when DH came home, jumping all over the place like a silly little lunatic. DH isn’t the best with discipline, he tends to be slipshod at best and even when he does give a command, many times it’s the wrong word or phrase. Not a big help in that department.

Anyway, up she jumped as if her legs were made of springs, around she flipped —– and down she came at an angle, with her back legs buckled under in some weird, twisted way.

I only saw this from the corner of my eye, but when I turned to her, I saw that she had gotten up feebly and was hopping pathetically on three legs. She had her back left leg pulled up off the ground, her ears were down just like when she was in pain after she was spayed, and she was trying to hobble closer to DH for comfort.

....because learning from my mistakes is just no fun!

I freaked. Big time.

I thought she’d broken her leg. On a Sunday. No vet. We’d have to take our chances with an unknown animal hospital.

In the two seconds it took me to scream (and I mean scream) “Daisy’s hurt!“, my mind had already realigned our day, processed who we had to call to cancel our planned activities, and imagined which veterinary hospital we’d be sent to and how long it could take us to get there. No place seems close in a crisis.

DD came flying in from the next room and raced to her puppy’s side, embracing her and giving her the comfort she sought. DH just stood there and said, “What?” (typical guy).

The weird thing that struck me was that Daisy didn’t cry out at all. No whimper, no yipe. That gave me hope. But that pitiful look on her face, those drooping ears, that little body trying to move on three legs absolutely crushed my heart.

Over the next few minutes – which felt like hours – Daisy slowly lowered her leg to the ground and put some weight on it. DD and DH both touched it gently in different areas, making sure nothing was broken or pulled.

Thankfully, she was fine after a short while. But it put a good scare into us all. Now we’re adamant about issuing the “no jump” command, and when DH forgets, we say it for him.

Daisy, on the other hand, clearly has no intention of learning from her mistakes.

::sigh:: I think I’ll need some Miss Clairol much sooner than expected…..


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